#tim laflour x reader

[eternallyniah]

Me feeling like Bella every night chossing which man I want to read hard smut about.

[chunkofsoap]

been smiling a little too hard at pics of older men lately

[ahsxual]

What Are They Like In Bed?

Pairing: Matthew Lillard Characters x Reader

Characters: William Afton, Stu Macher, Stevo Levy, Tim Laflour & Doug Van Housen

Warnings: +18 content, minors DNI, rough sex, mentions of torture and unhealthy relationships

William Afton

William is a very rough and possessive lover in bed. His main goal is to make you cum by overstimulating and edging you over and over again. He would love to "torture" you just to hear you beg for mercy for him to stop, only to laugh at your face afterwards. He will degrade you and make you feel like a personal sex doll for his own pleasure

He isn't loud in bed, apart from a few low grunts when he's cumming, especially when it's inside you (his favorite place to cum)

His favorite position is missionary, so he can watch your face while he fucks you, and doggy style, where he can watch your pretty ass bounce with every thrust and have full control of your body as he presses your head down

He will be sweet and nice to you in public so that you feel attached to him, just to act cold between four walls. You never know which side of him you'll get, so it's always a new experience and a rush of adrenaline whenever the two of you are about to fuck

He won't mind hurting you by talking to other women his age. In fact, he will feel great that you're jealous because of him and because he can "control" your feelings. But do not, and I repeat, DO NOT do the same to him. He'll make you regret it and you'll be covered in bruises the next day if not worse lol

That being said, William is extremely possessive of you, even if he doesn't admit it because you must know that you're only his

If you're in an official relationship with him, he'll take more care of you and be more attentive to your needs, so he'll be able to make love to you if you ask beg him to. But don't forget his "true persona" and his evil nature, so his "sweet version" won't last forever

Stu Macher

Stu is a sweeter lover in bed, if you're his girlfriend. If you're not, he'll be the horniest guy you've ever met and will fuck you just to get off, so he'll be pretty annoying just to get in your pants.

He's always in the mood for it, so you better be prepared to deal with a super clingy and touchy Stu all day. He won't even mind where you guys are, he just wants to kiss and be inside you.

His favorite position is the one where he can put your legs around his shoulders to fuck you deeper while looking into your eyes, since he knows his dick is huge and it can reach places you never knew about yourself it'll hurt a bit, just so you know

His pace is pretty fast, but he isn't too rough, unless you ask for it. If you guys are dating or having a deep level of intimacy, he'll tell you about his darkest kinks in hope you'll accept them and want to experiment them as well.

Such as knife kink, chasing kink, pain kink (both sides), dacryphilia, predator/prey dynamic kink, and much more.

He'll want you to have sex with Billy too eventually, with Stu still present obviously, just to prove to Billy what a good girl you are and how lucky he is to have you for himself also to have an excuse to be more intimate with Billy lmao

BUT, if you ever find out about his double life and even then you stayed loyal and accepted him, or even want to join them, Stu will kill and die for you without blinking an eye, if necessary. He'll do anything for you and your sex will be even more... thrilling

Stevo Levy

We all know that Stevo is all about rebellion, drugs and sex. Those are the three things he needs in his life to feel alive and give life some meaning.

Stevo is actually a great lover as long as you guys keep your relationship unofficial and stay faithful to each other!! From his countless experiences, he's great in bed, always making you feel sexy and valued by kissing and worshipping every part of your body.

He'll fuck you anywhere, whether it's at parties, at a friend's house, in a hidden spot in the middle of the street that he's found, literally anywhere. And he won't give two fucks if you guys get caught, and will fight whoever makes you feel uncomfortable or makes nasty comments about you.

His kisses are sloppy and wet, especially when he's high or drunk, so by the end of the night you'll be covered in his spit. In the beginning, his sex is primal and he will fuck you like he needs it to stay alive, which means there'll be sweat, hickeys and your sore pussy in the next morning.

You'll also notice a change in your sexual encounters the moment he falls in love with you: he'll be more sweet, his pace will be more slow and sensual, and your pleasure will always come first rather than his, even if it means he doesn't get to come. He wouldn't tell you that he's falling for you, but you would find out when Bob and Mike told you he had been acting weird lately and by the fact that he had beaten the shit out of a guy who was flirting with you at a party.

Also, he's a switch in bed, if you tease him enough ;)

Tim Laflour

Sex with Tim is a very polemical topic, as we all know. Ever since he began to commit to his pledge, it was a bit challenging to convince him to make sex with you... but only at the beginning.

You're too irresistible for him to reject his sexual needs, so after one month of dating, he begged you on his knees to just taste and eat you out he literally cried. There's no penetration , so it doesn't count as actual sex, right?

After that "incident", you began to tease him more to get what you wanted. To be intimate with your boyfriend, there's nothing wrong with that. And believe me when I tell you it worked perfectly.

Tim is probably the most attentive, caring and loving partner you'll ever have in bed and in general. He can't be extremely rough or mean with you, it's all just pure love and tenderness with him. He would probably die from sadness and regret if he ever hurt you.

Before you started dating him, he was more dominant and wanted to prove to you that he was good in bed. Now that you've been dating for months, he's mostly a sub in the bedroom, loving the way you dominate him and make him beg for release.

But don't get me wrong, because in moments when he's feeling desperate, he won't let you have your way and will actually fuck you instead of making sweet, sensual love. He will apologize afterwards if he was too rough and the aftercare will be perfect.

This big boy loves quickies, especially if you're both stoned or drunk at your closest friend's house. On those occasions, his pace is very fast, as if he was losing his virginity to a goddess and couldn't control his sexual desires, and he grabs you as if you might run away from him. In the end, you always laugh at how cute, desperate, and clingy he was with you.

LISTEN, this boy right here has a hockey player/cheerleader role-play kink. He goes crazy when you dress up as a semi-naked cheerleader and ride him, telling him how such a good boy he was and that he deserved a reward for winning the game. BUT, if his team loses, you've discovered one thing that turns his sadness into excitement... and that being said, Tim never leaves a game upset anymore, regardless of the result, because he knows that has soon as you get home, you're going to peg him until he begs you to let him come. YES, he's definitely into pegging.

The fact that he has a piercing on his penis and probably on his nipples too, it can add extra fun in sex, since he is very sensitive on those specific spots. Whenever you play with his piercings, expect him to cum within a few minutes. He's also the loudest in the bedroom ;))

Doug Van Housen

Lord have mercy on you if you want to have sex with Doug Van Housen. He's the definition of destruction in sex, and if you're into pain and hard BDSM, then he's the right lover for you.

If you're not officially dating and it's just sex between you two, prepare to be constantly bruised and sore. He will use you as his sex doll, only for his pleasure and won't care much if he hurts you.

He gets turned on by your cries, your pain, your vulnerability, devotion and loyalty towards him, the way you give him the power to control and abuse you. But even then, you won't be able to see his softer side ever if he doesn't have real feelings for you.

If he does have feelings for you somehow, things will be a bit... different. He will be a bit more affectionate (not too much, just kisses and possessive side hugs) and focus more on your pleasure.

He won't stop fucking you until he made you cum several times and you don't have energy to simply get up. He enjoys the exhaustion he causes you, edging you first countless times, which means he did a great job in pleasuring you.

He'll want to mark and carve his initials on your soft skin, just so you know who you belong to and never forget it... as if you would ever forget, but "just in case your silly pussy decides to misbehave its master", he would say.

He's probably the kinkiest and most perverse of them all, and the one with the darkest fantasies too. He sees you only as his property, and won't hesitate to torture anyone who tries to take you away from him. But no one smart enough will challenge him if they have the will to live.

[lucigooseart]

senseless 1998

there is simply not enough tim laflour love he is my wife

[mamisfavmosher]

lucky hockey stick // tim laflour x fem!reader

GIF not mine!

I know it's been a while, but just something that's been in my mind lately :)

warnings: smut, sexual themes, sexual language, language in general, nude photography, suggestive hockey stick stuff..., penetration, oral, fingering, slight spitting, etc.

word count: 4,786 ...

Minors DNI!!!

Reader's POV

"Fuckin' hell, honey..." Tim let out a rough breath, his calloused fingers swiftly clicking the shutter on the small camera he owned to capture the sight before him. He had asked for one particular gift for his birthday, one he could do himself: nude photos of me and his lucky hockey stick.

Now, as I sat here naked and shivering, laid on his messy bed with his hockey stick positioned between my breasts, the blade covering my pussy, I gave a trembling whine as he clicked a few more photos. "Timmy, c'mon! It's cold!" "Baby," He chuckled softly and reached out to situate the stick before hitting the shutter on the camera again. "Let me just get a few more and then I'll warm you up, eh?"

It felt like he'd been going at this for ages now. I could have sworn I'd been posed all over his small bedroom with his hockey stick for nearly an hour at this point. "Humor me, sweetness." His signature dopey grin crossed his face as he moved around my form on the bed to get each and every angle.

Just a few minutes later, I was moved into a new position: on all fours, my ass in the air, and my hardened nipples pressed right against the blade of the stick that was flat on the bed. "Fuck-.... yeah, that's it." Tim fought back a groan, a strangled cough used to disguise it, though his hand easily reached to feel my sensitive skin without restraint. His thumb gently slid through the folds of my pussy, briefly circling and pressing on my clit before pulling away just as quickly. The sound of the camera shutter was all that was heard for a minute or so, and then I gasped.

"Timmy!" I sucked in a sharp breath at the familiar sensation. Warm, sticky, wet... His glob of saliva was spat directly onto my entrance and was now trickling through my folds to puddle around my clit.

"What? You look so pretty like this," Tim smirked and snapped a few more photos, making sure to get my spit-covered pussy in the shot. "...all spread open and coated in my spit." His fingers dipped into my folds once more and spread my lips apart to shoot a clearer photo of my soaked clit, a sticky drop of saliva dribbling down onto the shaft of the hockey stick. "Fuck-..."

I could already feel the intense heat in my cheeks as they tinged pink at his low groan of appreciation for the sight in front of him. A soft squelch sounded in the quiet room, my pussy clenching reflexively at his proximity, resulting in a few timid squirms from my antsy form. “I don’t like this position,” I humphed in a stubborn manner and shifted to sit up on my knees before he could stop me.

Tim came up beside the bed and set his camera down, bracing his hands on either side of me instead to cage me against the mattress. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you need a bit of convincing? Huh, sweetie?” He wore his charming smirk as his head dipped down to trail a few kisses up and down my neck, drawing a sweet whine from my lips. I instinctively reached out to rest my hands on his arms, curling my nimble fingers into the fabric of his cut-off band shirt to keep him as close as possible. I absolutely adored having him within constant reach. 

“… mm-.... I just-... Do you really need photos of my pussy up close?” I let out a little huff, though I was quickly soothed once more as his warm, gentle pecks scattered across my throat and down to my breasts where my pretty nipples were quickly hardening again. His lips wrapped around one nipple, a gentle nip of his teeth, then he released it before doing the same with the other.

“Yeah, baby,” he breathed out in a low moan, darting his tongue out to lick a slow stripe up between my breasts, tracing a wet trail up and then down the line of my stomach towards my core. Instinctively, my thighs swiftly shut as a chill shuddered down my spine, but his calloused hands just as easily spread them back open. My fingers threaded through his hair the instant he leant down to plunge his tongue into my pussy, a soft whimper falling from my lips, overshadowed by his own mumbled groan, “Yeah, I need it… need every drop of this sweet cunt…”

I shifted on the sheets in a soft arch and gently tugged at his hair to keep him place, writhing in pure pleasure as his tongue swirled through my folds. The absolute bliss, though, came when he managed to hook the tip of the barbell on his tongue ring right under my clit, nudging the swollen bud with each flick and suck. “A-Ah!... Oh fuck-... Timmy-,” I moaned out in utter euphoria, jolting and spasming at the rapid flicks against my clit before he pulled away with a knowing smirk.

“Convinced yet, honey?” He chuckled and stood back up to his full height to grab the camera again, his other hand grabbing his hockey stick to find a new position for it against my naked, and now flushed, body.

“You’re evil.” I pursed my lips and shuffled off of his bed to meander my nude form about his bedroom, purposely moving out of his reach.

Tim let out a quiet laugh and immediately came after me to deliver a playful swat to my ass as I toddled away from him. “You’re just mad that your little pussy gets all drooly for me,” he smirked.

“Wha-... No, it doesn’t!” I tried to protest, but I was quickly silenced.

“Oh, no? Then, what’s that, babygirl?” Tim quickly wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me back against his chest while his other hand swiped between my thighs to collect the incriminating evidence: the glistening arousal smeared on my thighs from my “drooly pussy”, as he called it. “Mhm… that’s what I thought. It’s begging for me, huh?”

I wriggled out of his grip with a huff, petulantly crossing my arms over my breasts as I took a few more steps away from him and his teasing. “No-... that’s just your spit from earlier,” I tried to defend myself.

“Alright, sweetness. Whatever you have to tell yourself,” He grinned, patting the bed again to have me come back over to it. I hesitated out of spite for a moment before finally slinking back over and crawling onto the bed again. “Good girl,” Tim praised softly as he gently situated me into a kneeling position, the hockey stick planted vertically so that the blade of the stick was carefully sinking in between my pussy lips and the shaft went up between my breasts. I watched as he held up his camera again to take more photos of me in the position, though my cheeks flushed a little as I caught sight of the familiar tent in his jeans.

“Horndog,” I jabbed playfully with a soft laugh, relishing in the way he looked slightly taken aback for a brief second.

Tim quickly stepped closer to me with a teasing shake of his head. “Excuse me for liking the sight of my girl’s pussy rubbing all over my favorite stick.” He captured a few more photos, angled purposefully down at my pussy. “Besides…” His hand grabbed the shaft of the hockey stick and gently began to pull it back and push it forward with careful movements, effectively rubbing it right against my little clit. “I don’t think your pretty pussy minds one bit. Especially not if it knows it gets to be filled up with my cock after all this, huh?”

“I get your cock?” I asked almost immediately, coming off way more eager than I wanted to, but it’s not like it wasn’t obvious already. Shifting around, I lifted off of the hockey stick and laid back against his pillows on the bed, excitedly spreading my legs for him.

His low chuckle sounded throughout the room as he hastily took a photo of me in this position, his own tall and lanky form crawling onto the bed as well. “I said after this, you get my cock, honey. I still wanted a few more pictures of you,” He laughed quietly with a faint hum of appreciation to accompany his warm hand that was trailing its knuckles over my folds. “Think you can wait a little bit longer?”

With a petulant purse of my lips, I grabbed onto his hand near my core and eagerly pressed his fingers against my folds with more pressure, whimpering softly at the pleasure it produced. “How many more pictures do you need?” I practically mewled in desperation now.

“Patience, sweet thing,” Tim stifled a laugh and gazed down at me with an adoring smile. He pulled his hand away from me and quickly worked on situating his hockey stick again. This time, the end of the shaft was nestling into my pussy, my little hole clenching a bit. “Do you wanna try to take it, baby?” He asked in a softer tone.

“... inside?” I hesitated for a moment with a flicker of worry. I typically felt a stretch down there anyways due to his size, but I had never taken something so… stiff… down there.

“You don’t have to, honey, I just think it’d be a good photo.” He shrugged easily, refusing to press the shaft any further unless I agreed, though his free hand came up to slowly circle his thumb on my clit to soothe me a little.

I gave my own shrug in return and reached out to hold onto his wrist for a bit of comfort. “We can. Just go slow, please,” I hummed softly and he nodded in understanding.

“Of course, baby,” He murmured and carefully began to ease the shaft of the stick into my clenching hole, soothing me all the while with rubs on my clit and soft kisses on my thighs and hips. There was definitely a slight sting to the stretch, but nothing more than the usual I felt with Tim’s length. “That feel alright? You okay?”

“Yeah, just feels funny,” I giggled quietly and gently squeezed at his wrist in my grip as some sort of subconscious effort to make sure he was still right there in front of me. Tim gave a small nod and eased the shaft into me just a smidge more before he sat up to take the photos he wanted.

The room was filled with the sound of the camera shutter for a few moments, his tall form moving all around me to get his angles. “Reach down and spread yourself a little, sweetie… yeah-... fuck-,” he nearly growled as my fingers came down to spread my pussy lips apart, revealing the sight of the hockey stick shaft stretching my hole around it. “And maybe play with your clit-,” he cut himself off with a rough breath as I did as I was told, two of my manicured fingers circling and rubbing at my clit. His finger on the camera shutter practically spasmed as he took a plethora of photos to capture the sight. “So fucking pretty, babygirl…”

Tim moved about to obtain every angle of the photos he could think of before he finally set the camera down and smirked at me, “There, all done, beautiful.”

A soft hum of curiosity left my throat as I grasped onto the shaft of the hockey stick, intent on pulling it out of me, but a small spike of pleasure led me to pushing it back in. Then, my hands maintained a slow, careful pace with it. “It’s-... It’s kinda nice, Timmy,” I breathed softly and peeked up at him to catch his hand already down his unbuttoned pants, palming his dick. “Hey!” I immediately whined in protest, wanting to play with him myself.

“Easy there, pretty girl,” he groaned and pulled his hand out to stop my own hands from yanking his hockey stick out of me, his breathing ragged and rough as he gripped the shaft of the stick himself to continue the previous pace I had set. A few whines and whimpers promptly escaped from me as he toyed with my pussy. One of my hands reached down to rub at my clit again, though my eyes were stubbornly trained on the straining bulge in his pants. “Focus on this, baby. I wanna see you cum on my stick…. Please, honey,” Tim whispered unevenly. 

A small shudder ran through me at his words and the way he took control of the stick’s movements, pushing and pulling, increasing to a pace he would typically use with his cock. I let out a string of soft moans and gasps, writhing softly under his attention and admiring gaze. “Timmy-... I need m-more,” I pleaded quietly and sucked in a breath, arching off the sheets the moment he pressed the shaft deeper to stroke the deepest spot within me, coaxing a sweet cry from me.

Without hesitation, Tim was adding to the sensations by leaning down and haphazardly beginning to suck at my clit. Or, at least half of my clit due to his distraction with moaning at my taste. “Oh my-... fuck, baby,” he groaned onto my clit, nibbling gently at it in retaliation before sucking it into his mouth again. “... this fuckin’ pussy, I swear…” 

I couldn’t stop the weak giggle from leaving my lips at his groans of delight, managing to squirm a bit beneath his mouth to playfully try and pull away from him. He quickly put a stop to that, though.

“Quit it, honey. What the hell,” he huffed and yanked me closer to him by my hips. I could already detect the slight hint of frustration etched onto his face as he huffed at me before diving back in to makeout with my pussy. He always got like that. Too easily irritated if his touch wasn’t on my pussy when he wanted it there. It was the same reaction he constantly gave if it had been a few days without sex: grumpy, ticked off, and a little bit desperate.

“You’re such a grump,” I laughed quietly at his furrowed brows and reached down to gently thread my fingers into his platinum tufts, using the leverage to carefully grind my spit-soaked folds against his tongue. Tim gave a mere grunt of acknowledgement and sighed blissfully into my pussy, his hand working the hockey stick shaft into my cunt a bit faster and causing me to arch up in a jolt of pleasure. “Timmy… mm-...” I moaned softly at the increased pace, tightening my grip on his hair.

His teeth clamped over my clit in a gentle bite, nipping at the sensitive bud deliciously while his hands pulled me ever closer to his waiting mouth. “... wouldn’t be grumpy if you just let me at your pussy…” he gave another nip to my clit, a bit more vengefully this time.

“If I let you at my pussy, I’d never get away from you-” I started to say before he quickly cut me off.

“Damn straight, baby,” his words were punctuated with a purposeful, slow grind of the hockey stick shaft against my sensitive walls. “I’d happily spend the rest of my days buried in this sweet cunt and you know it.” His breath grew ragged for a moment as he pulled away, thick strings of spit connecting his lips to my pussy, quickly licked away by his tongue while he carefully pulled the hockey stick from my clenching hole. I was only granted a brief few seconds before his long, calloused fingers were swirling through my folds, spreading my lips apart, and sinking into my entrance. “I’d brand this pussy if I could,” Tim grunted lowly as his two fingers sank into me, immediately curling up to find my sweet spot. “Leave it smothered in my spit and cum… and I’d want my initials right here…” His thumb stroked over my bitten clit to mark the spot.

I let out a sharp gasp as the tips of his fingers quickly stroked along my walls and against that sweet spot, causing my eyes to flutter and roll for a moment before I processed his possessive words. “Y-You can’t just initial my clit, Timmy,” I whimpered shakily and a quiver racked my entire body as his fingers gently began to scissor and stretch within my hole, prepping me for his cock.

“Yeah, maybe not, but I can still leave bite marks on it and play with it til it’s all swollen,” he said stubbornly, rubbing a few swift circles over my clit to prove his point. “Besides,... I think we both know who takes care of this pretty pussy. It’s mine, whether you admit it or not, sweetness.” Tim’s words were now joined with a cheeky smirk growing on his face. His fingers pulled away from my folds with a soft squelching sound and my thighs shut as I timidly blocked his view while he talked of branding my pussy.

However, all thoughts of hiding my pussy were quickly diminished as he worked to swiftly undress himself. His cock was already hard, lined and glinting with his intimate piercings: the beloved Prince Albert and his newest addition, a Jacob’s ladder. I immediately sat up and shifted onto my knees, climbing over some of the messy blankets on his bed to eagerly grasp his cock in my hand.

“Hold on, sweetheart,” he chuckled and gently removed my hand from his length to place it down on the bed before he used his own hand to hold his cock, lazily stroking at it for me to see. “You never let me play with your pretty pussy for as long as I want, so why should I let you play with my cock, huh?” He teased with a sly smirk, knowing full well just how much I loved to spend time on his member. Kissing, sucking, stroking, playing with the piercings, rubbing it through my arousal-slick folds and pushing the tip inside before pulling it out again… Hell, nothing beat the feeling of his frenum ladder rubbing over my clit. Each ridge of the six barbells beneath his flushed skin assaulting my sensitive bud over and over…

“Timmy, that’s so not fair!” A scoff left my lips as my own desperate frustration began to wind up. I made one more attempt at grabbing his cock, but when he blocked me again, I flopped back against his pillows in irritation. Yet through my dramatics, something caught my eye: Tim’s camera on the nightstand.

I snatched the device off the bedside table with a grin and clicked it on, immediately being met by one of the many photos he had taken of me just earlier, bare and pretty next to his hockey stick. I swiftly angled the lens at him and clicked the shutter to snap multiple photos of his own bare form.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Tim laughed with a grin before moving to tackle me on the bed, carefully easing the camera from my grip to go through and delete the photos I had taken of him. Using the distraction to my advantage, I giddily grasped onto his hard cock and leaned up onto my elbows to take the tip into my mouth, eagerly suckling on it and whimpering in bliss. “Baby-.... fuck, honey, wait-” he grunted, threading one of his hands into my hair, but not pulling me away. I practically giggled with a mouthful of his cock and trailed my eyes up his stomach and chest to his face that was contorted in a breathless groan.

I gave one strong suck to his length before pulling off with a gasp, grinning up at him as some spit dripped down my chin and onto my breasts. “... mm-... love your cock, Timmy…” I hummed sweetly and gave a small lick to his tip.

“Yeah-... yeah, I know you do, sweetie.” Tim’s voice was rough and his breath now ragged, his hand in my hair gently pulling me back up his body where his lips hungrily met mine. I kept a stubborn grip on his cock while sweetly meeting his kisses with my own, a quiet mixture of soft whimpers and gasps escaping me.

One of his hands gently removed mine from his cock before he easily maneuvered me onto my back again as he hovered over me. “... a-ah…. please…” My words came out in a soft breath, completely focused on the way the head of his cock was sliding through my slick folds, nudging at my swollen clit and slipping into my clenching hole every few seconds.

“... fuckin’-... yeah, honey… take it, there you go…” Tim grunted out as he finally eased his cock into my cunt to the hilt. Our breaths combined in ragged gasps and sighs of pleasure as my walls clenched around him, his hips automatically jerking into me and his head lowering to rest in the crook of my neck. Faint pink streaks were already beginning to form on the flesh of his toned back due to my fingernails digging in at the perfect sensation of being split open on his cock. “... mph-... you and your damn talons, baby,” he chuckled roughly, nearly out of breath as he felt the way my pussy clamped down on him.

I let out soft pants of hot air against his ear the moment his hips began a slow rhythm of rocking into me, skin kissing skin with each thrust. “O-Oh-... Timmy-... need more-” My quiet whine was quickly cut off by his gentle shushing, his cock pressing deeper into me to stroke his Prince Albert right against that sweet spot, my back instantly arching off the bed with a sharp gasp of bliss.

“I know, baby… fuck-, I know… just let me get you there, pretty girl…” His voice was strained and gruff as he positioned his big hands on my body. One slid up to gently hold the back of my neck, keeping me from moving away and making sure my head didn’t tilt away from him. His other hand slipped under my waist to the small of my back where he used a bit of force to position me into an arch, ensuring I would feel each and every movement of his cock fucking into me. “Let me work you up to it…”

A stubborn whine nearly fell from my lips at his words. Tim’s brand of sex was intricate. He could take any of multiple tangled paths that all led to the same ending, but the level of teasing and drawing out was what always got me. Every round of sex was a guaranteed orgasm with him, however, I loved it most when he would edge me just enough so that when his cock sunk into me with a final, deep thrust, I would quiver and tremble and spasm. Juices would gush from my overstimulated pussy and I would squirt… It was pure bliss whenever he got me there.

“Talk to me, honey-... a-ah…” He managed to grunt out while pistoning his hips at an even faster pace, his grip on my neck tightening a tad to make me look up at him. “... talk to me… p-please, I need to hear you…”

His words called me out of my hazy thoughts, my gaze finally meeting his own clouded eyes. I felt my body give a small spasm from the sheer pleasure he was radiating through me and my pussy clamped around his cock like a vice. “... j-just wanna come, I w-wanna come, Timmy,” I mewled desperately in a quiet, needy plea, my chest heaving slightly as I arched up even more.

He quietly cursed under his breath and used his hand under my back to hoist me up against him. I draped my arms around his shoulders with a faint whimper and he was swiftly flipping us over. With his back now pressed against the mattress and me on top of his chest, he maneuvered my legs into a bent position on either side of his stomach before using his own legs to thrust up into me at a deeper angle. I instantly went limp against his sturdy chest, sweet whimpers sounding from my lips before he quieted them down with a hungry kiss. “Hold it for me, baby… just take it a little bit longer…”

I tried to distract myself from an instant orgasm by biting at his lip as he kissed me, but my pussy was fluttering wildly around his cock. The sensations of his intimate piercings created a blinding hot pleasure as the barbells rubbed along my walls, in and out, over and over. “... o-oh fuck-...” I panted out, everything about my tone and breaths now registering at a higher pitch, my body tensing up as I tried to hold off. “I can’t-... I-I can’t, Timmy-”

And with that, I unraveled. White hot pleasure consumed me, my body spasming and tensing and arching in sheer bliss. A sweet cry of ecstasy that sounded his name spilled from my lips before I went limp against his chest.

Tim grunted out a long string of strained curses at the intense sensation of my pussy coming around his cock while he continued to fuck into me, the soft pants escaping me fanning across his chest. He hurried to pull my head up towards him to muffle his own moan of pleasure in a bruising kiss. With his tongue exploring my mouth and his hips giving one final jerky thrust, he buried into my cunt as deep as he could. The sound of his groan reverberated through me and I felt my nipples harden against his chest, a shiver running down my spine as his warm cum flooded into me. “Fuck, I love you…” He mumbled into the kiss, softening his attack on my mouth by the second to soothe me down from the high.

“... mm-... I-I love you…” I faintly whined back, my eyes fluttering shut as he dragged his cock through me in a few slow strokes, one of his hands reaching down to gently rub over my clit with a feather light touch. I nearly jolted at the sensitivity. “Timmy,” I breathed out and gave a sharp flinch from the overwhelming sensation of his frenum ladder rubbing against my walls.

“Shh, baby…” He cooed softly and continued the slow rhythm of his hips. “You took that so well… you always take my cock so well,” he added with an arm wrapping around my hips to pull me down even further on his cock, effectively packing his cum back into me.

I relaxed against his chest to catch my breath for a moment, but he quickly caught my attention again. He was reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing the camera once more. The quiet beep signaled that he had turned it on before he angled the lens at me and clicked the shutter to capture the scene of me completely sated and pliant on his chest, full of his cum and plugged with his cock. “Such a pretty girl for me, huh?”

I gave a weak smile and giggled as he clicked a few more photos of me. Finally sitting up with a soft gasp as I sunk down on his cock again, he was instantly angling the camera down at the connection of our hips. “Timmy, you already got plenty of photos!” I laughed as he continued to click the shutter to take more photos of me. “Honey, I don’t have damn near enough photos of you yet. Now, hold still,” he teased and carefully flipped us over, easing me down onto the bed and slowly pulling out of me, capturing pictures of every single inch sliding from my pussy before his cum was spilling out instead. “So pretty...”

Nearly the rest of the night was spent with him finding every pose possible to put my nude figure in, taking all new photos of me with his hockey stick now that his cum was leaking from my pussy as well. It was an alternating cycle of being photographed and being filled with his cock, over and over, until we finally fell asleep in his messy bed, exhausted and sated from a night well spent.

[etclouie]

pretty boy tim laflour and prompt 66. after a late night practice

title; cuddles after practice (Tim LaFlour x fem!reader)

prompts; “late night?” — from three hundred assorted dialogue prompts 

warnings; established relationship, possible ooc!tim (i haven’t watched this movie in ages), they kiss, mostly just soft!tim, uh that’s it tho? (411 words)

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you were lying on Tim’s bed when his door opened, his tired face coming into view.

“oh hey”

he greeted as you rolled over to face him, offering up a tired smile as he set his hockey gear aside.

“late night?”

Tim nodded, toeing off his boots before shrugging off his jacket with a yawn.

you watched as he changed out of his clothes, getting into something comfier while he spoke to you over his shoulder.

“didn’t know you were coming over”

his words made you smile, sitting up in bed.

“wanted to surprise you after practice, Darryl let me in”

Tim smiled at your words, moving towards you before he surged forward to kiss you deeply.

you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he settled against you in bed, moving you to lay on your back.

“Tim!”

he only hummed at your squeal, his body against yours and his head resting on your shoulder.

“shouldn’t have waited up for me”

you tilted your head to glance down at him, shaking your head while your fingers brushed through his hair.

the feeling of your fingers in his hair made him curl tighter into you, his face burying itself into your throat.

“wanted to, besides i know you like to cuddle after practice”

Tim hummed, his arms around you and his words muffled against your throat.

“love ya for this”

your fingers combed through his hair again, gently pulling him away from your throat so you could meet his eyes.

he smiled tiredly up at you, letting you lean in to kiss him before you whispered against his lips.

“i love you Tim, now sleep, you’re barely keeping yourself awake”

Tim’s lips curled into a knowing smile, even with his eyes shut as sleep threatened to pull him under.

“want to spend time with ya, haven’t seen you all day”

you shook your head, continuing to comb your fingers through his hair to try and coax him into falling asleep.

it usually worked, whenever he’d come home and cuddle after a long nights practice your fingers in his hair usually worked him over and he would be asleep in minutes.

but tonight he was being stubborn about it, about wanting to spend time with you.

“baby i’ll be here in the morning, i promise”

a sigh fell from his lips but he knew you were right, you always were.

“fine, but you’re letting me make it up to you tomorrow”

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[sharkbitewrites]

heyyyyy there so I saw you said you'd start writing for my man tim laflour and there aren't many great fics or anything out there for him so I decided id request one

so could I plspls request a fic where tim is getting ready to go do hockey and shit and he sees reader practicing like figure skating or ice skating or something and is just like completely enthralled, like the man cannot take his eyes off her and anyway they end up talking etc etc (I am not that creative so you fill in the details) and get to know each other blah blah blah and end up doing the deed somewhere (idk where again i am not creative)

ok sorry if this is like a ramble I am quite tired (I just finished stranger things in one sitting)

thank you diva xx

OMG MY FIRST REQUEST ILY!! So, I changed up a few things for both my benefit and anyone who reads this. Basically instead of a figure skater or something, she's just with her friends and completely sucks at skating.

𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓹

Pairing: Tim LaFlour x shy!inexperienced!reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: Tim sees you, a girl in some of his classes that he's always been infatuated with, laughing and struggling to skate with your friends, so he offers to help you out. It's not long before the two are heading back to his apartment.

Warnings: Smut! Sex on the first (kinda) date, oral (f receiving), piv sex (protected), Tim is desperate as all hell, peers(?) to lovers, both of them have had a big fat crush on each other, lots of making out, praise, Tim is a giant softie, aftercare YAY!

No uses of y/n specifically, but I used "(name)" instead because I can't bring myself to use y/n

He can't help it. He can't help but watch you try to skate with some of your friends. You keep on falling on your ass, and the laughter you let out is what dreams are made of.

God, he's been basically obsessed with you since the first day you walked into his creative writing class. They way you're so shy and reserved, but seem to come out of your shell when you're talking to your friends, he can't help but want you. Bad.

It doesn't help that he started this stupid pledge to himself, making him even more worked up and desperate than usual. He doesn't even seem to notice his legs moving as he skates out, near where you are.

He's desperately trying to work up the nerves to tell you how he feels, how he's felt for too damn long. Sure, he thinks you're hot as all hell, but it's not like that's the reason he wants you. You don't even seem to realize how gorgeous you are, always trying to appear small and not have too much attention on you.

He wants to hold you, kiss you, take you out on little dates, write you shitty poems and listen to dumb love songs together. Before he knows it, he's closer, closer until he's right in front of you. He's trying to put on a confident smile, but it's hard when you're looking up at him.

"Uh... hi. Do you um, want some help?" He manages to mumble. Suddenly, your friends are all looking at you with smiles. They've heard of this guy, and he looks so unique, they know it's him. It's the guy you've been gushing about since the beginning of the year.

"Me...?" You ask, sounding more breathless than you intended to. He nods, and you nearly lose your footing for the umpteenth time today. Except you don't fall on the ice this time, two pale hands are holding your arms. He pulls you back up, and quickly removes his arms from yours, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable.

You glance at your friends, and they all nod wildly, looking both excited and teasing. You look back to Tim, and give a nervous little nod. "Yeah... you'll--" Suddenly your breath catches as the realization sets in. "You'll teach me?"

He smiles and awkwardly holds his hand out for you. He notices the way your eyes widen slightly and glance from his hand to his face. Feeling like he's crossed a line, he pulls his hand back, but you quickly grab it before it falls back to his side.

He lets out a relieved breath and instinctually almost skates away, until he remembers your... skill level. He looks down at you, letting out a soft laugh as you awkwardly begin to move your feet, definitely not how you're supposed to.

"I'm Tim, by the way." You manage to begin moving a bit, and he follows you to make sure you set the pace. You nod and smile nervously. "I know... You're in my creative writing. I'm (name)."

He smiles at that. You know who he is? Damn his mind for falling so easily for you. "Yeah... I know..." You smile at that as well. You nearly fall again, but Tim steadies you before you even begin to fall. "You're horrible at this."

You roll your eyes at him, but smile sheepishly anyways. "Well... I've never done this before." You say with a smile. You barely know this guy, but you already feel like you could tell him anything without any judgement.

"You just have to-- well you just kind of..." He trails off. He's never had to explain how to skate, and he wasn't necessarily taught how to. He always just has. He speaks once he plans out a way to explain this to you. "You bend your knees a bit, yeah, like this." He says, helping you get to the right level.

"And then point your feet like this." He says, pointing his toes out and his heels close. "And to move, you just push on one foot and glide on the other. See?" He demonstrates, skating very slowly a few feet in front of you before turning around and facing you.

"Why don't you try and make it to me, eh?" You nod, following what he did, nearly making it over. On the final push, you slip a bit, falling right into his chest, his hands automatically flying to your hips to keep you upright.

"That was good." He says, laughing softly. You look up at him with a fake frown. Neither of you even realize his big hands are still holding your hips for a moment. You just sort of... stare at each other.

You glance down a moment later though, your face immediately feeling hot when you notice his hand placement. He lets out a soft gasp and pulls his hands away. "I'm-- I'm so sorry! I didn't even realize, I--" He stammers, feeling like this must've been the moment he messed up. "No.. no, it's okay..." You say softly.

The two of you go on skating, talking about whatever, before Tim asks a particular question. "So... you got a boyfriend?" He asks. You're not naive, you know why he's asking, but you're shocked. Your brain tells you there's no way a guy like him, so outgoing and bright, would be interested in a girl like you, quiet and nervous.

"I-- uh, no." You say softly, avoiding his eyes. He lets out a breath and smiles a bit. "Do you um... well... could I ask you out then...?" He murmurs, the noise of the people skating all around you suddenly gone.

"You-- me?" You ask, the insecurity in your voice painfully obvious. He lets out a soft 'mhm' as he gently turns you to look at him, making sure to turn you by your shoulders and remove them immediately after you're fully turned.

"Seriously? Because if you're fucking with me I--" He leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek. As much as he'd love to kiss your lips to shut you up, he doesn't want to push your boundaries. "Yes, (name). I'm serious, I wanna take you out."

"Um... yeah... that'd be... really nice." You breathe out as you look up into his greyish blue eyes. "Like... Like, now? Or do you mean another day?" You ask, flushing a bit when he laughs softly. You feel so stupid, but he thinks you're the cutest thing ever. "Whenever you want. Or we don't have to go anywhere. We could just... watch a movie or something."

"I wouldn't mind leaving right now..." You say, your voice breathless with nerves. But that tone of voice... damn, Tim is too pent up to be able to ignore the way that sounded. "Really? Okay, yeah. Let's get outta here, eh?"

You nod, and Tim basically drags you off the ice, you giggling behind him. He kneels down in front of you and helps you take your skates off, wanting nothing more than to be the best gentleman he can be for you. He makes the mistake of looking up, though. The position could definitely be... different in another context, and god, if he doesn't want that.

But he can't. He's trying to take you out on a date, not get in your pants. He gets your skates off, then scrambles to get his own off, avoiding looking at you. He can't look, if he does, his mind will implant any dirty thoughts just because it apparently hates him right now.

"So, you wanna go out, or stay in?" He asks softly as he puts his sneakers on. "I like the idea of just watching a movie." You respond, putting your own shoes back on before standing up and smiling softly.

You two make it out to his shitty little car, and he opens the door for you and nearly passes away when he catches a glimpse down your shirt. Thank god you had a bra on. If he saw any more, he may have popped a boner right then and there.

He circles the car and gets into the driver's seat. He sits for a moment before turning to you. "I uh.. do you wanna go to my place...? We can go to yours if that's-- y'know, too much for you right now." He stammers, his voice shaky as he tries to get his head out of the gutter.

Jesus, Tim. You want a relationship with her, not a quick fuck, stop acting like such a perv.

"Yours is alright. My roommate is home, and she'd probably smite me if I brought a guy over." You say with a quiet laugh, while Tim lets out a huff through his nose. "Mine it is then."

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When you get up to his apartment, he opens the door and lets you in. He leads you past Darryl, who's sitting on the couch. His roommate makes a lewd gesture at him, and he quickly turns your eyes away from it. Luckily, you don't see it.

He leaves the door cracked open once the two of you are in his bedroom as to make sure you don't feel uncomfortable. He pulls a chair up beside the bed, gesturing for you to lay on the bed. He picks a copy of Scream and holds it up. "Wanna watch this?"

You nod, still standing beside the bed awkwardly. Sure, he just gestured for you to sit there, but that doesn't help the nerves you feel. "Sit. It's alright, I'll sit on the chair, 'kay?"

You don't have to sit in the chair, sit with me.

But you don't know how to tell him that. It's only the first date, if even a date at all. You nervously sit on the edge of his bed, and look over at him as he puts the VHS tape in and starts the movie.

He moves over to sit in the chair, and you look at him almost expectantly, hoping he'll somehow read your mind and slip into bed with him.

"Hey, uh... what's the X on your hand for...?" You ask, doing anything to start some conversation with him.

"Oh, it's for my pledge. No alcohol, no meat, no drugs, no sss..." He trails off. If he says it out loud, that makes it true. If he doesn't, he can pretend he didn't make up that rule. "Yeah, just denying myself certain pleasures, I guess."

You nod and bite your lip. "Something on your mind?" He asks softly, truly, honestly curious as to what you're thinking about. How are you supposed to tell this guy, who you just learned everything about earlier today, that you want him in bed with you.

"Uh... maybe you could just... well, if you wanted to... you could uh... come sit on the bed too...?" You suggest nervously, and the man is crawling into the bed as soon as you finish your sentence.

He stays an acceptable distance away, but he's itching to touch you, to hold you. You swallow hard and look at him. He's so damn pretty, his fair skin, bleached blonde hair, piercings and eyes glimmering in the dim room.

"You're so pretty..." He whispers. "I can't believe I waited so long to ask you out..." He whispers just as quietly, glancing down at your lips briefly, but you notice.

You swallow hard and glance down at his tight jeans, biting your lip as you quickly glance your eyes back up to his face. "Whatcha lookin' at...?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

You can't help but love his stupid humor, his joking, bright personality, but if he didn't make you flustered that'd be a huge lie. You let out a deep breath before suddenly blurting out: "I'm a virgin." You immediately regret it.

God, why do I have to be so embarrassing?

He raises his brows and cocks his head to the side a bit. "O...kay...?" He says a bit confused, but the slight tremble in his voice is unmistakable. "Is that um... something you want to change...? He asks, his skin feeling hotter already.

You nod softly and look up at him, swallowing hard. His hand slowly reaches out, as if he's tempted to hold you, but wants to make sure you feel as comfortable as possible. "Jesus... you know how long I've wanted you...? Not-- Not just for the sex, I mean, sex would be awesome, but you're just... Perfect, y'know?"

You let out a deep breath and gently grab his hand, the one that's sitting awkwardly between you two, unsure of what your limits are. You play with his long fingers for a moment and look up at him.

"You're serious?" You ask softly, and he immediately nods. He almost feels bad about how much you turn him on when you're so soft and innocent, nervously playing with his fingers as a mean to calm your nerves.

"Mhm... can I... Can I kiss you...?" He asks softly, your eyes widening a bit as you nod nervously. You've had exactly one boyfriend in your entire life. He was sort of an asshole, and the most you ever did was kiss-- Sometimes. You didn't kiss him much though, he wasn't really what you wanted. It's safe to say the relationship didn't last very long.

He leans in, his hand's nervously finding your cheeks and cupping them gently. He tilts his head while he presses his lips to yours. He's so gentle, and the kiss is so innocent, but he's been pent up for weeks now. Even the slightest affection makes him feel all fluttery and... very hot and bothered.

"You really... you want me? To be your first?" He murmurs against your lips as you awkwardly try to kiss him back. He laughs softly and gently pulls away to look at you. "Yeah... Bad..." You whisper breathlessly, swallowing hard.

He's almost instantly on you, gently laying you down, finding your eyes every few seconds to make sure you don't look scared or uncomfortable. He kisses your cheek and then down your neck, letting out hot breaths against your skin.

You squirm a bit under his hot kisses, and he immediately looks up at you with wide eyes. "You alright?" He asks warmly. You nod and he kisses your lips again while running his hands up your sides.

"What do you want? We'll do whatever you want." You let out a breath and swallow hard. "I-- Well... I've always wondered what it'd feel like to um... for someone to use their tongue.." You breathe out, face flushed deep red at the admission.

"Yeah? That can be arranged..." He mumbles, his hands teasing the hem of your shirt. "Can I take this off?" You nod, and he immediately pulls it over your head. The wind is knocked out of him when he sees your breasts, covered by just a bra now.

"How about this?" He whispers as he kisses down your neck, gently playing with the strap of your bra. You nod once again, gulping audibly when he unclips it and tosses it to the floor. He groans almost inaudibly when your breasts are freed from their confines.

He kisses his way down, wrapping his lips around your hardened nipple while his fingers play with the other one. His free hand is on your side, rubbing gently as you let out soft whimpers.

Once he's given both of your nipples attention with his mouth, he kisses his way down your stomach. The way he kisses so gently makes your stomach flip. He looks like he'd be all tough and scary, but he's been so sweet to you the entire day.

He reaches the waistband of your jeans and looks up at you sweetly. "This too...?" He whispers, smiling when you nod. He unbuttons them and slides them down your legs. He lets out a breath when he sees your pretty panties. He presses a kiss to the front of them, murmuring a soft "You're so wet." When he sees the spot forming, making the fabric cling to your lips.

You let out a soft whimper, looking suddenly more nervous than before. Tim quickly catches on and look up at you, resting his head on your thigh with a caring look in his eyes. "What's up? You want to stop?"

You shake your head and swallow hard as you look down at him. "No, I just... I'm almost naked and you're fully clothed... It's just a little... intimidating, I guess."

He nods quickly and pulls away to pull his shirt over his head, wanting you to be the most comfortable. He'd never want to make a girl uncomfortable, but especially not now, when it's your first time.

"This better?" You bite your lip as he asks, looking him up and down for a moment before you nod. "Yeah... It's better..." A beat of silence. "Hey, you uh-- you don't have to do this for me, y'know... I'm not sure what your... opinion is on going down on people is..."

He immediately shakes his head. "No, no... Even if I didn't love doing this, it's about you. It's your first time, not mine. Want it to be special for you." He murmurs, pressing kisses up your thigh and then pressing one right on the wet spot with a low groan.

Tim gently tugs on the waistband of your panties, looking up at you for consent. Once you nod at him, he pulls them down your legs and smiles a bit. He almost immediately dives in, lapping at your weeping hole. He shoves his tongue inside you, all while holding eye contact with you.

He thrives on the whimpers and moans you let out. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, smiling into your pussy when you lean your head back and let out a long whine.

"Mm... that's how you like it, eh?" He mumbles as he goes back to sucking at your clit. He reaches his hand up and gently pushes his middle finger into you, curling it up a little to hit that spongy spot.

You gasp and ball your hands into your fists at your side, letting out the prettiest moans. Tim notices your hands resting awkwardly at your sides and smile a bit. He uses his free hand to gently take your hand and place it on the back of his head. "Push me closer, pull my hair, hold my head, I don't mind. You don't need to be so tense, babe. I've gotcha."

You feel like the wind gets knocked out of you when he calls you babe. You let out a high pitched whine when he slowly pushes in a second finger. Tim sucks on your clit for another moment before he uses his tongue to flick the puffy bud.

His eyes never leave your face, and he removes his fingers from you after a moment. Instead, his thumb circles your puffy clit and his tongue delves deep into your soaked pussy. He groans, making out with your pretty pussy, shaking his head every few moments, slurping lewdly, letting out moans into your pussy that make it sound like he's enjoying this as much as you are.

You cover your mouth as your moans get louder, trying not to disturb Tim's roommate. He pulls away just enough to speak, his lips moving against your folds. The cool metal makes you squirm.

"Let me hear you... please, baby..." Tim groans out almost desperately before diving back into your soaked heat. He feels your pussy begin to clench around his tongue, and he begins working even harder to get you off.

You let out moans that border sobs of pleasure the closer you get to your impending orgasm. The knot in your stomach keeps on tightening while Tim rubs your throbbing clit harder and pushes his tongue as deep as he can.

"C'mon... you're so close, let go..." Tim urges, his voice sounding nearly pathetic as his free hand squeezes your waist. You let out a loud sob as you release on his eager tongue. Tim groans as your delicious cream coats his tongue and drips down his chin. He ruts his hips against the bed a few times, trying to get any friction to his aching cock.

Tim licks and sucks at your pussy until your orgasm is completely over and you're left panting and squirming. Once he knows you've fully rode the waves of your orgasm, he kisses his way up your body. He's so gentle and slow, like he's worshipping every inch of you.

Tim finds your lips after kissing your stomach, then your breasts, then up your neck and jaw. He cradles your face in his hand and kisses you deep and slow. "How was that...? Are you alright?" He asks sincerely.

You nod and pant softly against Tim's lips. "Tim... it was amazing..." You breathe out, causing him to smile warmly. "You taste amazing..." He mumbles into your mouth before sitting back on his heels and unbuckling his belt and popping open his jeans.

He slides his pants and boxers down in one swift movement, and your jaw basically drops to the ground when you see him. He's big, and he's pretty. Tim looks at you, causing precum to bead at his tip and drip onto your stomach. He swallows hard before suddenly remembering that he needs a condom. He leans over you to rummage through his nightstand. You let out a soft whimper as you feel his rock hard cock poking at your inner thigh.

Tim finds a condom after a few seconds that feel more like an eternity. He notices how nervous you look, and how you keep eyeing his cock. "Hey... we don't have to do this..." He reminds softly, running a hand up your outer thigh to rest on your hip.

"No, no, I want it... It's just... wow..." You breathe out with a soft huff of nervous laughter. Tim lowers his face and bumps his nose against yours. He kisses the corner of your mouth and lets out a deep breath before speaking. "You're sure? I don't want you to feel like you have to--"

You cut him off with a kiss, taking true initiative for the first time today. "I want it... Really, I do." You whisper against his mouth, causing him to let out a soft groan against your lips.

"Okay... okay... Yeah, let me just, uh... Yeah..." He stammers before ripping open the condom and rolling it onto himself. He runs his tip through your soaked folds a few times before nudging at your entrance and looking into your eyes.

"You sure...?" He asks one more time, slowly pushing into you when you give him a nod. Your face scrunches up as he stretches you out, a few tears pricking at your eyes. He lets out a grunt and kisses your cheek. One of his hands rests on your hip, while his other one cradles the back of your neck. "Jesus... ffffuck, you're so tight...."

You let out a whimper when he bottoms out, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting out little pants and whines. He looks down at you, noticing the single tear that escaped your eye and runs down your flushed cheek.

He removes his hand from your waist and wipes the tear away with his thumb. "You okay...? Is it too much? Do you want to stop?" He asks, panting as he speaks. Tim's trying so hard not to cum on the spot. He's been so pent up, and now here you are, the girl he's had eyes for all year long, losing your virginity to him.

"No... please don't-- don't stop... I just need a minute..." You breathe, and he nods. He presses kisses all over your face, trying to distract you from the new stretch.

A moment goes by, and you finally speak again. "Okay... I-- I think you can move now..." You whisper, and Tim nearly loses it right then and there. He slowly begins to move his hips, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in slowly.

You let out a moan, and his head makes its way into the crook of your neck. Your own head tilts back into the pillows while Tim finds a slow, deep pace.

He does it like that for a moment, before you gently move your hands over his upper back and whimper out: "Can... can you go faster...?"

He lets out a groan and nods against your neck, finding a new pace. It's not fast, but it's not slow. You pant and let out moans while he grunts and groans in your ear.

You gently rake your nails down his back, stopping at his mid back and feeling how it moves in fluid motions with every thrust into your tight heat.

"So tight... so fuckin'-- Christ..." He groans before kissing over your cheek and finding your lips. Well, he misses the first time, instead kissing your chin, but he quickly finds his way over your lips.

He speeds up again, finding a rhythm that's fast but sensual. He runs his tongue over your bottom lip before slipping it into your mouth. You can taste yourself, and it turns you on even more.

It's obvious that Tim is sort of struggling a bit right now. He's not only struggling to keep the pace with how damn tight you are, but he's desperately trying not to embarrass himself right now. He's already so close, but he won't dare ruin your first time by ending this too quick.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.." He groans, while you try to stifle your moans. He shakes his head and pulls away from the hot kiss. "I wanna hear you... I gotta know if I'm doing this right." He says with that warm smile that makes you melt.

You let out a soft whine and finally begin to let the moans fall from your lips. "That's it... So pretty... Jesus, you drive me crazy, y'know that? You're so perfect... Holy shit..." He groans, changing the angle of his hips a bit to see if a different angle could make you moan even louder.

Sure enough, Tim hits that spot inside you that knocks the wind out of you with every thrust. You let out a loud moan that sounds borderline pornographic, causing Tim to moan. "Found it..." He grunts, moving his hands to ball into fists beside your head, caging you in.

He plays with your hair that's all sprawled out on his pillow, being so gentle with you. He moans your name like he's never learned another word, his head dropping to your shoulder in ecstasy. The cold metal of his piercings making goosebumps rise on your hot skin.

Tim continues thrusting, thrusting harder now. His pierced tip nudges deeper than anything ever has. His balls slap against your ass, making the most lewd, wet sound. The piercing there makes you jump a bit.

Tim can't help but pull back to look at you. You look so blissed out, and so, so beautiful. He can't go another minute without telling you, even if he already has plenty of times. "God, look at you. I can't believe... can't believe I get you... So pretty... S-so perfect."

The praise makes you clench around him, and he groans out your name. "You like that...? Shit, you're squeezin' me so good. You like when I tell you how pretty you are, eh?" Another squeeze, and he smiles.

He presses his lips to yours, all tongue, teeth, and spit. It's such a sloppy kiss, half of the time he's not even kissing on your lips, just around them. You swallow each others' moans, and he gently slides a hand back to your cheek. Your own hands rake up and down his back, nails dragging deliciously over the skin there.

"M'so close, hon... so close..." Tim grunts into your mouth, pulling away to bump his cheek against yours. The moans you let out fuel him on, and he can tell you're close too. "Come on... Let me feel it... Want it so bad..." He moans, his voice becoming increasingly more high pitched to the point of almost sounding pathetic.

You begin to let out those moans that border sobs again, and Tim has already caught on to how you sound when you're close. He pays attention to everything.

"That's it... There ya go..." He whispers soft praises to try and help push you over, since he knows you like the praise. He reaches his hand down to thumb at your clit, using his other hand to gently hold your waist when you arch your back up.

"Tim! Tim, so... so good! Please, I'm so close.." You moan loudly as Tim kisses your cheek over and over again. "I gotcha... Fuck, just let go... Gotta... Gotta make you feel so good..." He moans out and nuzzles his face against your cheek.

You continue to arch your back up, your legs wrapping around his hips and your nails leaving little marks in his back; ones that he knows he'll admire later, ones that his teammates will tease him for tomorrow at practice.

After just another moment, you're clenching so hard around Tim that he can barely move, your sopping wet pussy finally gushing around his throbbing cock. He twitches inside you, and releases hot, thick ropes of cum filling the condom.

He groans as his orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks, the both of your moans filling the room as his hips slow to a stop. Once both of you have rode the waves of pleasure all the way to the end, he flops on top of you.

You let out an exhausted giggle as he lets out little pants against your neck. He strokes your sides warmly before holding himself up enough to pull out of you. You both groan at the same time at the loss of contact.

"Do you want me to uh... to run you a bath..?" He asks breathlessly. You nod and he quickly ties up the condom and tosses it in the rash before picking you up. Now that the pleasure has ended, you can feel a dull ache beginning to rise in your pussy.

He sets you on the counter and runs some warm water before getting a washcloth and wetting it. He gently wipes the insides of your thighs, and then gently wipes your folds. He gently shushes you when you hiss a bit, mumbling a little 'sorry' before tossing the washcloth somewhere.

He sets you in the water and climbs in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face against your shoulder. "So... are we a thing now...?" He asks softly, and you let out a soft scoff, as if it was obvious. Well, for you, it is. You wouldn't do this without being a thing, but for Tim, he doesn't know. "I thought that was obvious."

"Just makin' sure." He says with a deep sigh, sinking deeper into the water and kissing over the back of your shoulder a few times. "Was it good?" He asks, and you nod. "You're pretty..." He mumbles.

You can't help but laugh softly at his ramblings. "And you talk a lot." You joke, causing him to laugh softly. "Maybe I'm trying to hear your voice." He whispers. "Or maybe I just want to tell you how perfect you are over and over again." You smile at his words and lean back against him.

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

Once the bath is done, he carries you back to his room and gives you some of his clothes to wear before putting on some of his own. He makes his way out to the kitchen where Darryl sits on the couch, headphones over his ears.

He sees Tim come out and gives him a smirk. "What happened to no sex?" Darryl teases as Tim fills you a cup of water. "I changed my mind." Tim says simply before coming back into his bedroom and handing you the glass of water.

OMG This took so long. I hope y'all like this I worked so hard. I don't think it's great so please message me with constructive criticism! Anyways, thanks for reading and send me requests pretty please! (specifically for Steve Harrington cus OML he's so sassy this season)

[matthewlillardswifee]

I would be be indebted to you if you would be so kind as to write a first kiss after winning a big hockey game with Tim laflour he’s so cute I wanna kiss him!

Perfect Night

Relationship… Tim LaFlour x AFAB reader

Tim was always the biggest sweetheart on the ice regardless of his many reckless actions that included getting into many fights and throwing a few punches here and there. However, one thing remained constant whether he was on the bench or on the ice, you were always there watching and cheering him on in the stands. With a few months down on your relationship it was shocking to most that you hadn’t had your first kiss, Tim was not the guy to rush anything, especially not you, he’d hate to scare you away.

Tags: boyfriend!timlaflour, timlaflour x reader, innocent/sweet relationship, first kiss, mutual friends, denial

Music rec:

“Are you seriously telling me that you guys haven’t even kissed yet?” Your friend Rory pushed, needing the details that have yet to become real despite the dreaming you did countlessly every night.

“I’m serious! I guess it just hasn’t been the right moment yet or something!” You mumble, shifting on your bedspread as you lay on your stomach, one hand propping yourself up and the other holding the phone like a landline, literally.

“I don’t know, are you sure he’s super into you?” Rory murmured into the receiver, unsure of your reaction but concerned for the wellbeing of your relationship. I mean you guys have to be getting serious you’d think? You, however, shuffled around, huffing against the pillows on your bed.

“I’m positive he’s into me, you should see the way he looks at me. I mean it!” You groaned.

“And how does he look at you exactly?”

“Like I personally hung the moon- I mean he’s got these puppy dog eyes and he just always looks so happy when we’re together! it’s like he’s got this yearning.. he has to be super into me!” You hear a confused noise from the other end but you ultimately decide that you’d discuss this tomorrow at the next home game for Tim..

As you put the phone back on the receiver, you grumble and lay on your back. As you stare lazily at the popcorn ceiling above your bed you ultimately decide to get to grab a glass of water and go to sleep.

As you make your way through your apartment and pour yourself a glass of water from the fridge, the phone from your bedroom begins to ring yet again. Weird, maybe Rory is calling back? You assumed, however, when you picked up it was definitely not her!

“Hey sweetheart, sorry for calling so late..” Tim’s voice rung out, his sincere voice crackling over the line.

“Tim! no no it’s okay babe, it’s only 10pm so don’t worry about it, what’s up?” You voiced back, eager to listen to him speak again. There was always something so genuine about his voice no matter was he was talking about, even if you had to listen to him go on and on about hockey plays or a brutal game from a few days prior.

“Oh I was just calling to ask if you were coming to our home game tomorrow, and because I wanted to hear your beautiful voice.” The smirk in that last part was almost fully visible through his tone, god was he such a cliche flirt.

“Of course I’m coming, me and Rory will be there in the stands with I think Todd and a few other people. I wouldn’t miss it, babe.” You beamed, already imagining his adorably fluffy hair when he took off his helmet, he always looks so proud at the end of his games. How could he not? He’s one of the best players on his team.

“Okay good.. I’ve been missing you lots yknow. and I was thinking that maybe you could come over after the game? just us to hang out for a while, it’s been some time since we’ve had peace and quiet together.” Tim said as he sat on the couch in his own apartment, twirling the cord like a nervous teenager.

“Yeah that sounds great, I’ll see you tomorrow?” I inquired.

“Yeah you’ll see me out on the ice..” Tim spoke softly, trailing off as he seemed to be thinking about something else that he wanted to say. Before you could speak up he cut in-

“Goodnight, I love you.”

Tim was biting his lip on the other side, worried as hell that he had officially scared you off once and for all. You on the other hand were practically jumping up and down in joy.

“Really Tim? I, I love you too..” you asked with a little humor, almost worried that he was making some joke with me. clearly not as he started to laugh nervously from the other side.

“Oh thank god, sweetheart, I got really scared for a second there that you were going to hate me.” Tim spoke, extremely relieved by your response.

“Oh I could never hate you, how could I? but, I’m really excited to come watch you play tomorrow so I’ll see you then?” You asked, hopeful that we shared the same excitement.

“Yeah I’ll see you then, okay? I look forward to seeing you. I love you..” Tim mumbled out again, clearly enjoying the new vocabulary that was able to be passed between the two of you.

“I love you too, Tim.” You spoke before hanging up the phone hesitatingly. I mean realistically you knew that you’d love to talk to him all night, but it was getting late and you’d hate to be a burden to his and your own sleep schedule so you accepted the defeat.

How could you even be upset anyway? god Rory is going to shit when she hears this tomorrow. I mean she was just saying that your relationship seemed to be out of sorts and fake but now? holy fuck, you just might pass out from adrenaline.

-

The next day came much quicker than you expected it to. It started with your alarm clock ringing loudly at 9:30am, seriously, you should have never set it that early you thought as you climbed out of bed wearily.

Soon after you made some breakfast and hopped in the shower, using that fancy soap only meant for special occasions because it was so expensive! afterward you got dressed up in your brown fall sweater and your black skirt that fell to your mid thigh. To accessorize it was only feasible for you to put on your black sheer tights and black knee high leather boots along with some jewelry.

It was clear that you wanted to make a solid impression on Tim but it wasn’t like he’s see you all the time anyway, not to mention, he seems pretty committed after that whole “I love you” thing last night over the phone.

By noon it was finally time to head over to Rory’s place, god was she going to be hysterical when you told her the news right after she doubted your entire relationship.

You locked up your apartment and made your way over to the lot where you parked your shitty car. It was falling apart but it got you around and that is all that matters.

Turning the ignition on you flew down the street to Rory’s apartment complex, climbing the stairs to the 5th floor and knocking obnoxiously on her old creaky door.

Rory opened the door, looking you up and down and grinning at your fancy get up.

“What’s goin on with you? You know we’re going to a hockey game right, princess?” she joked, looking down at her own sweatpants and long sleeve shirt that hung loosely off of her frame.

Groaning, you replied sarcastically. “Of course I know dipshit, I’m clearly trying to make an impression on Tim? after all he said I love you to me last night!” You bragged, grinning ear to ear just like you imagine Tim was as he told his roommate, Darryl Witherspoon, about this.

“What! Come on, you’re kidding!” She yelled, likely disrupting her neighbors but what haven’t they heard at this point. God the walls are so thin they probably listen to our ungodly conversations in the middle of the night.

“Nope. Not kidding at all, Rory. Listen I mean how couldn’t he feel that way towards me. It was bound to happen whether you were going to admit it or not!”

“Listen, just two days ago you guys were hardly even dating-“ Rory started before you cut her off.

“Not true! I told you that he wanted to take things slow and I respect that! And we’ve been dating for some time now so get your facts straight.” You retorted, aiming to hit her where it hurts so she’d leave you and Tim’s relationship alone.

Instead she feigned hurt as she pulled you inside her apartment. It was a smaller place than yours but nothing out of the ordinary, old furniture from the thrift, books strewn about the floor and shelves and lots of plants. You had no idea how she took care of them all, you could never take care of those, It’s almost obscene.

You two ended up gossiping and telling eachother a bunch of stories from your own personal lives, catching up with stuff that you’ve missed in the past few weeks. You two hardly blinked and it was nearly 4 o clock.

“Jesus- Rory we gotta go, the game is in twenty minutes!” You scolded, acting angry at her as if you both weren’t the ones who got all sidetracked and talked about bullshit for a few hours.

She only scoffed and rolled her eyes at your typical antics, following along as you led her to your car down in the lot.

You grabbed the keys from your purse to unlock the car as you approached, climbing into the drivers seat and starting it up, you made a quick transit to your university a few minutes away. The arena was surprisingly more crowded than usual but your other friends saved you seats in the front near the boards and close to the box where the home team was.

“Thanks for saving us seats!” You grinned, punching Troy in the shoulder and flipping Todd off at his snarky face. Todd made quick work to speak up.

“Don’t get all bitchy on me, you’re the one who’s always late! If anything I should be flipping you off.” He stated outwardly as everybody laughing as the normalcy between your arguing. It wasn’t uncommon for these joking fights to go on between your friend group. Everybody has known eachother for years and it’s shocking that you all aren’t sick of each other.

You and Rory got situation in the front. Checking the clock there was only about three more minutes till Tim would skate on the ice from the tunnel.

-

Soon enough, Tim was skating his way out alongside the rest of his team and he made quick work to catch your eye, flashing you a flirty smile from behind his helmet.

You gave him a little wave and a wink, a silent “good luck” to wish him well at this game. It was likely that they were going to win anyway since the team that they were playing lost all the time.

A while into the game, Tim was temporarily substituted and he skated over to the box a few feet away from you. As he sat down on the bench he turned his body over to you and gave you a cheesy wave and an air kiss as he pulled off his helmet to give his head a rest. It was sure as hell super sweaty all up in there and his hair was sticking up in every direction. Not to mention, his piercings were glistening in the light and he kinda looked angelic in a way.

You smiled back, giving him a little way and blowing a kiss back to flirt a little. Things were different between you two since you said guys said I love you last night, even over a few hours everything seemed to be more laid back and less forced.

Shortly after he was called back into the game and eventually the game came to a final victory. His team skated around and enjoyed their moment on the ice before they all separated from each other and made their way to their friends and family in the stands.

It was no surprise that time came lugging over in his skates from the ice, getting to you quickly since you were sat in the front row right in-front of the plexiglass.

You stood up, as he came racing over and he grabbed your thighs and pulled you up into a hug. It was different for sure but you weren’t complaining.

He was super bulky with all of his gear and he was all sweaty and smelt really musky but in a way it was both attractive and cute, I mean he did just work his ass off for two hours.

As he placed you back down he pulled off his helmet and put it on the bench between Todd and Rory. There was a moment where he kinda just looked at you, not saying anything but then his face shifted a little, softened.

He pulled you back into an embrace, now leaning down and putting his head in your hair which allowed your chin to fall on his shoulder.

He pulled back for a moment before leaning in, bringing one of his hands to your cheek as he pulled you towards him in a surprisingly graceful manner.

Your lips connected with a gentle haste, locking together for a moment of silent victory between the two of you. For a second you two definitely both forgot about your friends just a foot away and all the other people in the stands but that didn’t matter in the moment.

After a moment, Tim pulled away and grinned a little bashfully.

“Well, that was a good game?” He laughed, almost unsure why he should say.

“Yeah, you did great Tim.” You spoke softly with a smile, almost a little embarrassed from your PDA but overall proud that he was your boyfriend and he was willing to show it infront of everybody.

You blushed profusely as you leaned back into his chest, concealing your face in his jersey as he placed his hands on your back and held you in an embrace yet again.

Behind your back, Tim grinned at all of your friends as everybody looked at the two of you with both proud and surprised faces. This was sort of a shock considering the fact that you two hadn’t been super close like this ever before. Sure you’d been together some time but like you’ve said, the plan was to take it slow and that was okay.

Tim held your hand.. giving you a little nudge to suggest that you two should get going to his apartment like he promised the night before.

You grinned back at your friends; giving a silent goodbye with a small wave and before you knew it you were following Tim to his car outside once he had changed into his regular clothes and he was lugging around his massive hockey bag.

You laughed as he followed you to the passenger side, opening the door for you and saying a proud, “m’lady” as he helped you inside.

-

At his apartment, you two made it walked past Daryll and into Tim’s bedroom in record time.

As the door shut it was like a switch was flipped and the room filled with a gentle fog that engulfed you both in a comfortable, deep haze.

“Well, sweetheart… do you want to come lay down with me..?” He asked awkwardly gesturing towards his unmade bed, surrounded by the many band posters plastered on the walls and scattered clothing everywhere.

It was hard to say no to such an offer.

“I would love to, Tim.. make some room for me!” You laughed as he jumped on the bed in a starfish position, taking up most of his full sized bed.

Nothing about his apartment was crystal clean or perfect but it was just right for Tim, fitting even. Not that Tim had a bad personality or was messy in general but he held this persona that he was always jumping around, switching from one thing to another.

As the two of you settled down on his bed, pulling his plaid comforter over you guys, everything melted into a sweet embrace.

It wasn’t very late in the day but that didn’t stop the dreamily feeling that filled your senses as you looked up at Tim from beside him on the bed. You couldn’t have imagined yourself in this situation just the night before.

You enjoyed taking everything slow in your relationship but there was something about this new intensity, there was no more loitering around his kitchen in fear of jumping the gun by going to his bedroom while hanging out.

“You alright pretty girl?” Tim mumbled above you, stroking your cheek with a gentle persuasion. It was like he could feel everything in your chest unwinding, maybe he felt it too.

“I’m great Tim, just don’t let go of me..” you mumbled, giving him a small smile as you leaned up towards him and pressing your lips gently to his.

The kiss was so soft, meaningful in every way and almost lackadaisical. There was so much behind it, so many feeling that are smushed into one.

Your lips became wet with your combined saliva, slowly relaxing into a comfortable rhythm that you both enjoyed. The awkward clinks of your teeth hitting amongst the passion of your kiss only caused you both to smile and reconnect lips rather than cower away in embarrassment.

Everything was perfect about tonight.

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I totally didn’t read over this so hopefully there’s no massive errors

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